The corners of Zack's mouth tugged upward into a tentative smile as he looked at Padmé. It was strange how easily she made him feel at ease, despite the vast differences between them. Perhaps it was her openness, her willingness to connect on a level that transcended politics and titles. Whatever it was, Zack found himself wanting more of this rare and precious connection.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, gesturing around the garden. "I don't think I've seen you here before today."

"Not as often as I'd like," Padmé admitted with a sigh, her expression tinged with regret. "My duties keep me busy, and there never seem to be enough hours in the day." She took another step closer, their bodies now almost close enough to touch. The air between them crackled with an electric energy that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"But when I do find the time," she continued softly, "I make sure it's for moments like these."